The Grandpa

Many of you may not know that I play the clarinet.  I do not consider myself fantastic but I do truly enjoy playing.  Since coming to Vienna I have also discovered that I love giving clarinet lessons.  It is a lot of fun and a wonderful ending to a sometimes hard day.  Today, during my Wednesday clarinet lesson, we were practicing several songs and techniques over and over to help my young clarinetist hear how the songs are supposed to sound.  At one point he stops playing and says, "Mine is a grandpa and yours is a man."

That is all he said.

I was stumped.

I sat there for a minute and went through everything I could think of that would explain why he was talking about a grandpa and a man.  Finally, I turned to him and said, "what?"  He then says that his clarinet sounds like an old clarinet that isn't working well and mine sounds younger like the man.  HAHA!  He is correct.  The clarinet he is playing on does sound feeble and old and mine apparently does sound robust and younger!  Ha!  It still makes me giggle!  I hope it gave you a smile today as well!  Blessings!